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Another Green Book'. Another effort of the College 
Rhetoric class to present their creations in a readable 
form. Distinction in writing is determined by one 
test--acceptance in the public favor. The favor 
not of sny one or two persons bat of all our 

A critic here and a critic there, we expect 
and need. But we trust we shall find some readers 
as well. 

The Bible says, "Blessed is he who reodeth--" . 
If happy is he who reads this Green Book, we shall 
be satisfied. 








In the concentrated effort and nearly ceaseless activity 
of college life, sufficient provision must be made for relax- 
ation, for ple&sure, and for pure emusement. We are not machines 
as Mr. Darrow would have us believe. Though we are obliged to 
budget our time as well as our money, though we are under the 
necessity of planning and grinding, of making minutes count 
and hours yield their increase, if we forget sports, laughs, 
chuckles, and smiles, v;e soon shall be out of the race. Under 
the terrible burdens and anxiety during the Civil V/ar, Lincoln 
would have broken physically and mentally if it had not been 
for those moments of enjoyment he spent romping with his son. 
If play is a luxury, why does the faculty cooperate so heartily 
with the students in the building of the new gymnasium? 

The way in whioh the college man spends his moments of 
leisure determines the zeal with which he reassumes his tasks. 
If he only indulges in solitary walks to the beach, he will 
become or remain quiet and meditative. Greek, astronomy, and 
psychology will receive their proper attention, but first- 
hand living and experiencing will suffer. Some rriBy consume 
every spare minute in outdoor sports, others in reading, in 
stamp-collecting, in midnight "feeds", in idle talk end Jesting, 
end still others in bending the rules and playing pranks. One 
means of pastime appeals to this person, another to that one, 
but the question is, "Are they worth while?" 

After an evening wasted in idle talk and gorging with 
sardine sandwiches or hot coffee tnd rolls, one has the 
disheartening feeling of having done an unwise thing. After 
an afternoon of sports or wholesome comradeship, one is filled 
^^ with the Joy of being alive. But in the soJ.l emerging from 
^^ the hal'owed presence of the I.Ian of Galilee Lhere is a rest 
and peace which passeth understanding. 










No one will dispute the fact that responsitility is one 
great factor in the rr.aking of chart; cter. What makes the dif- 
ference betv/een the man who wanders from city to city, from 
state to state, accepting no duties "but those which bring him 
enough bread t.nd butter tj sustain life; and the man of God, 
steadfast, hopeful, helpful, compassionate? The one is irre- - 
sponsible. The other has accepted his responsibility toward 
God and man. If the individual reacts courageously &nd con- 
scientiously to the stimulus of duty, his moral fiber will be 
strengthened. I f he shrinks or accepts it for a cloak, his 
endurance will be weakened or even shattered. 

First, let us consider what our diction conveys when we 
use the word, responsibility. T.Ir. 'Vel'ster contends thht the 
word responsible carrieci: the meanin^j, "accountable, a'-nenable, 
as for h trust, debt, or obligation". Then, the highest homage 
we have to pay is to God. He has placed us on this sphere 
with life, free moral agency, and the limitless powers of 
heaven at our com-rand. As stewards, how much we, poor weak 
figures of clay, h< to give r^n account of to the Creator of 
^^^ all things, our Heavenly Father. This is enough to crush 
^f) the strongest soul, but it is not all. We owe something to 

our fellow-men that only a life of unselfish, godly days can 
cancel. There has been entrusted to us a thing more priceless 
than gold or precious j ev/els , more valuable than worlds--an 
eternal, never-dying soul. 

" A charge to keep I have, 
A God to glorify, 
A_ never dying soul to save 
And fit it for the sky." 

^fih) Such a crushing weight of responsibility would seem 

-^ bound to make an impress on the character of every young 

man and young ^iv^oman . Eut there are those who are not 
affected by it. They are not bothered with the affairs of 
others, with the anguish they are bringing upon the great 
heart of Jesus, or with the awful doom they are sealing 
for themselves. Their business is to take care of themselves 
and to have a good time, regardless of propriety or conse- 
quences. Education? Not much interested. It is all very 
well if you can get it with a minimum of work and a ma^ximura 
of enJoym.ent. "Religion? "Nothing doing". I am young, healthy 
and happy. I'm not going to ruin my satisfaction with dried- 
up dogma and precepts. I am just a beautiful butterfly, 





playing in the sunshine, free from care and thought. 

"An illustration our President gave last year at 
the Young People's Convention m Maiden cones to ':.iy mind. 
This is the content of it. A gentle'Tian was visiting a 
Vermont ;-narble quarry one summer afternoon and was interestedly 
v/atching the workmen. Stepping up to one young fellow, he 
sai d, 

"My man, what are you doing?" 

The boy looked at him in surprise and replied, 

"I'm cutting stone", then turned back to his -"ork. 

The visitor spoke to a middle-aged man. 

"My friend, vmat are you doing?" Another look of 
surprise and a gritty, 

"I'm earning ^7.5 a day." 

In a few minutes our questioner accosted another man. 

"My friend, what are you doing?" 

The worker straightened himself, stiffened his shoulders, 
and said with a gleam in his eye, 

"Sir, I am building a great cathedral'." 

These answers reveal the character of the three men, and 
f^) these itien are types. The first has been depicted. The second 
is the dollar-slave, the man who measures the value of things 
by what he can get out of them. Education may hold interest 
for him, but only as the means toward the end--S7 .50 a day. 
The happiness of others is a non-essential. He may be kind 
to wife, mother, and father, but only because they serve his 
purposes. The church and a profession of religion are fine 
cloaks and profitable in the promotion of business and social 
affairs. Resrjonsib ili ties may and will come to him, but they 
will only be recognized and paid off as they bring irj dividends 

With apologies to Prof, llease 




in the form of reputation, fame, and $7.50 a day. As soon as 
the obligation is lifted and freedom is given, this person 
will indulge hi.Tself in laziness, freedom, snd irresponsibility. 
There are weak folk in "both of these classes, vvho will "be forced 
by circumstances to hold the reins and to "stand the gaff". 
The stiff breezes of duty and necessity form a hardened crust 
on the outside and others think that there is something staunch 
behind. Eut let the wind die down and the props of grim nec- 
essity fall, and it is soon evident that there is very little 
stamina in their make-up. 

.^x But enough of such discouraging philosophy. There are-- 

^P God increase the ranks--thoBe who are cathedral builders. 

They acknowledge their responsibility in its fullest, deepest 
sense and throw all their powers into the discharging of their 
duty to God, to man, and to self. Their lives have been touched 
by the Spirit of the Father, their eyes have been opened, and 
they have given themselves to the stewardship of the Saviour. 
And with the love shed abroad in theirheart has come & love for 
fellow-men, a concern for their welfare, and a correct conce])- 
tion of eternal, intrinsic values. Hearts and lives purified, 
they are no'x; ready for pressure, tests, more resijonsibility . 

^^ These will only stamp more deeply upon them the likeness of 

V the Master. 

Education and training will now be entered upon with a 
peaceful, purposeful determination. Life will be taken ser- 
iously, but it will be enjoyed to its fullest extent. Duties 
of business, social or home life will be performed with steady 
appliance. "Difficulties will make the ideals and faith reach 
higher. Disappointments will make the spirit sweeter. Dis- 
turbances will but make more inviting the rest of the soul. 
Care v^rill but sweeten and mellow the life that is hid with 
Christ in God. 


The realization and acceptance of responsibility will 
mold a man after the fc-shion of the perfect man, Christ Jesus, 
and will elevate the sinner from the lowest depths of debase- 
ment to a place by the Saviour's side. 

J. E. R. 

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As an example of up-to-date housekeeping let me explain 
how v;e boys do it in the 'Mansion. 

X^fnen we get up in the morning we turn hack the covers and 
let the "bed air out all day. This airing is healthful as v/ell 
as lahor-saving . The "bed has to he made only when the bed- 
clothes become so tangled that v;e cannot find our v;ay . '''e 
usually have to make the bed once a week unless we have night- 
mares . 

\^e sweep the floor at least once in two months and quite 
often once a month. The floor does not get dirty very quickly 
because, living on the top floor as we do, v;e do not track 
much dirt into the room, '^e dust only after we sv/eep , for 
everything is covered vuth books snd papers and does not get 
dusty otherwise. 

Our policy is to keep everything where we can get it 
m.ost qui 'kly. We lay our books and papers on the table where 
we m.ay pick them up at a moment's notice. V^e hang our clothes 
over the foot of the bed where we can reach them without v/c Ik- 
ing on the cold floor. Of coursej after we have laid our books 
and papers around long enough, they pile up. Then we take a 
day off and "clean house" packing every thing in its proper 
place . 

Our room occasionally receives a shock, for when friends 
from home comie to see us , unexpectedly ,we have to do some 
scurrying around to make the room presentable. First we take 
our friends to the parlor and then we rush up to the room, 
where, with the aid of our roomjnates and classmates, v/e hastily 
hide every untidy book and paper where prying eyes shall not 
find it. '.".Tien v/e bring our friends into the room and they 
compliment us upon the neatness of it, we thank them, but 
have to laugh up our sleeves. Far at least a week we have 
much trouble in finding our books and papers. 

That is what v;e call up-to-date housekeeping in its most 
modern form. 

K. E. T. 






It was a "beautiful summer day. Birds were singing in the 
trees and the sun shone down upon them in warm approval. Every- 
thing was enveloped Toy that hazy, dreamy, invisible mist which 
makes one's mind ramble among a thousand different thoughts. 
The river was the only thing that seemed out of place in the 
silence and beauty of the surrounding land-scape. It rushed 
toward its destination, I'oaring more loudly than an infuriated 
lion and it seemed to challenge the world to smile that its 
frowm might be more noticeable. 

I had often navigated the river when it was more angry and 
bristling than it was on that day. I dressed for the trip, got 
the canoe ready, and set out on the journey to Liilford, about 
five miles down stream. V/hat sport it was shooting the rapids, 
dodging large rocks, swirling around in little v/hirlpools, and 
being tossed about on the water like a chip. 

I was approaching Devil's Pass, which I had gone thru many 
times, always safely. ViTiile the boat was speeding along in the 
narrow channel a bowlder dropped from above and smashed the bow 
into splinters. I was thrown from the canoe into the water, 
and washed along with the raging torrent. It seemed to grasp 
me as an octopus grasps his victims, and I was pulled down to 
the bottom of the river. 

As the current swept me along I felt a great fear coming 
over me. \"'as I going to be drowned and swept out to sea never 
to be seen. again? Or, should I be washed up on the banks of 
the river and found by searchers? Suddenly I noticed that I 
was gasping for breath. I tried to rise to the surface and did 
so, only to sink again. Three times I sank to the bed of the 
river. People said that after sinking three times a man was 
dead. Surely I was not dead, for I could see the fish swim- 
ming through the water and the grass and shells lying on the 
bottom of the river. A sickening, drowsy feeling was slowly 
creeping over me. I tried to fight it off, but it persisted 
and I gradually sank into unconsciousness. 

\Vhen I awoke I was in a little den, the door of which was 
locked. On a table nearby was a card which read, "The Old LCan 
of the Sea". Many times had I wished to meet him, but never 
before had the opportunity presented itself. LTow I was apparently 
in his o'.im home. I settled back in the chair to wait for what 
was going to happen. It seemed as if hours had gone by when 
the door finally opened. 



I had never seen any one like the person who entered the 
room. He was a short, grey-haired, wrinkled old man who looked 
as if he might be seventy or eighty years old. ^'Jhen he spoke, 
it was with a harsh, rasping voice which sounded as if it came 
from the depths of his hody. His face, wrinkled and pale, 
seemed to convey a warning. He questioned me concerning myself, 
my home, and ray destination. Then without another word he hand- 
ed me an envelope, opened the door and thrust me outside, clos- 
ing it behind me. I opened the envelope and read: 

"To One Who Has Dared to Invade I.^.y Kingdom: 

^^ You have entered this kingdom without a passport. 

^^ You entered, not as a friend, but in contempt of the laws of 

the kingdom. You have come to me, the King, and taken one of 

my rooms as a lodging place. 

Therefore, according to the laws of the country, 
you are requested to leave the land -"/ithin three days. Failure 
to comply A«;ith this request will mean imprisonment for life. 

Signed , 

^ The Old Man of the Sea, 

•^^ King of Gealand." 

upon reading this I set out to leave the country, but could 
find no way out . ^^^enever I asked an inhabitant I was answered 
by a shake of the head. For three days I wandered, and on the 
fourth I was seized and thrown into a prison, where, much to my 
surprise, was a company of earthly people who had disappeared 
as I had. 

I am writing this from Sealand in the hope that some one 
^^ will benefit by it and be more careful about canoeing than I 
up was. Our work never ceases herej and no matter how tired we are 
there is no rest. V/e are kept at hard labor continually with 
never an intermission. For some reason we cannot sleep altho 
we may be exhausted. All the time we are making seaweed, 
shells, sea-grass, coral, pearls, and all the other treasures 
found in the seas. Therefore, let this be a warning to people 
who use boats. Let them beware, lest they, too, be caught 
in the grasp of the sea and dragged down to this horrible fate. 

A. T. N. 








The spirit of S. N. C. is something indefinable, something 
that you cannot touch and you cannot see, but you can feel. It 
shows itself in every activity. It goes into every class- 
room; it is present in the chapel; it even frequents the dining 
hall, and always it is in the dormitory. It causes the poorest 
stadent to give up gladly that five-dollar "bill, which he has 
saved to buy himself some much needed article, in order that 
E. N. C. may be bigger and better. It causes thet girl who 
has always had herself as an objective to forget self and think 
of others occasionally. 

It is felt in the very words of the faculty members, and 
in their kind attitude. 

It gives students^ from the sub-preparatory department to 
the college senior class, a •'villingness to work and do and live 
for others. It fears God, but loves and serves Him. It never 
forgets any member of the school who is in trouble or who is 

S. N. C. spirit enters the heart of each student^ as he 
comes upon the campus for the first time. It goes with him as 
he leaves for the last time; it dominates his whole life's 
work, and is a leading factor in winning him success. 

This spirit is wonderful; it is different from that of 
most colleges. In other schools a great deal is said about it; 
in E. N. C. little is said, but it is here, and every one 
agrees that it is better felt than told. 

I. M. D. 




Like many other express! fg words, "misogyny" is a Greek 
derivative and is composed of two Greek Words: yno-^'iv/ - to 
hate -t \f u w A^ - -w Oman > As for the origin of the word, I sup- 
pose that some poor fellow, in the usual throes of pain after 
heing refused, cast atout for something to appease his anquish 
and found this grandiloquent combination of letters. 


The word in its common usage is bold-faced hypocrisy. 
There is sufficient basis for this open accusation, as can 
readily be seen. in the first place, a real woman-hater 
does not advertise his profession by Pharisaically standing 
on the street-corners and voicing his antipathy for the fair, 
weaker, more influential sex. He Just hates them. In the 
second place, he does not honor the ladies with his presence 
or courtesy except when it is necessary. He does not bestow 
his beneficent smiles on them even while professing dislike. 
A real misogyjiist is not continually rolling on his tongue 
as sweet morsels the names of the young women of his acquain- 
tance. He is not daily and hourly enlarging his vocabulary 
for expressing their pulchritude and pleasing qualities. Ho 
flattering words or words of appreciation, no beautiful bou- 
quets for fem.inines are found on his lips. Nothing but 
bitter thoughts, galling memories, utter distaste, complete 
lack of regard or respect, are his. Of sympathy he has none. 
If not absolute indifference, it is active hatred that rules 
his passions. 


Then, whence ere all these professed woman-haters, for 
as certainlj^ as no one loves all ladies. Just as certainly no 
one hates all ladies. They must be the product of a mental 
environment like to the one that brought forth that unfortun- 
ate word ,--m.isogyny . 

I.'Iy young friend, take a bit of advice. If you are not 
& misogynist at heart , drop the beloved but superfluous 
appellation, which but reveals you as the opposite of a 

By a Neutral Party 













Times were hard that winter for every one in Cundy's 
Harbor, "but harder for fishermen. Fish were scarce. \Vhen 
they did get a good haul, the markets paid hardly more than 
enough for the expenses of the trip. And for three full 
weeks a heavy offshore gale had "been blowing constantly. 

The only provision store in the small fishing community 
charged its own prices. Bills quickly ran up to startling 
amounts. House rents were high and house rents have to be 
paid with money. 

On a bitter cold day in January a group of five fisher- 
men were sitting around a stove in a dilapidated old fish shed. 
One was whittling a boat, another cleaning his pipe, and another 
v;atching the storm thru the cobv;eb-covered window. 

"I tell ya , Boys, " drawled Isaac Curtis, "another winter 

like this and we're started to the poorhouse . Man'. I never 

seen sich hard times since I was a kid over on Bethel Point. 
We did git scared once when the bay froze.' 

"Yes, Isaac, hain't paid my grub bill in six weeks and 
the rent is three months back. Fred Holbrook's gonna get the 
sheriff 'f I don't cash in." 

"Well, What^ s a fella gonna do? Nothing but ice, snow 
and rain," responded Isaac rubbing the windov/pane. "Jim, 
you look extry worried. What's on your mind?'" He turned to 
Jim Leighton, the skipper and owner of a sloop tugging at her 
mooring out in the bay. 

"Boys", spoke Jim, in such a quiet voice that the four 
faces turned quickly to catch his words. "Boys, we're gonna 
lose Nellie next week." 


"Well of all things'." 

"Yes, Kelley, the manufacturer, holds the mortgage. I 
can't meet the payment. He's gonna haul her up and make a 
sailing yacht of her." 

"The Crook'." "I'd like to shoot him." These cries arose 
spontaneously from the throats of his audience. 

Jim Leighton was different somehow from his fellow- 






fishermen. He didn't smoke or drink. Never had any one seen 
him angry. He had not been \vithin a church door for twenty 
years . Five years before the present conversation he had man- 
aged to buy, 7;ith a few hard-earned dollars, his small fishing 
sloop "Nellie". As he wouldn't fish Sundays > few fishermen went 
with him. It was he who told of the arrears in rent and pro- 
visions. Two beautiful little girls brightened his home and 
were the pride and joy of his life. At the present time he 
was living upstairs above the old fish-house. 

Just then there came three sharp knocks on the door. 
\''.rhen Jim slid it open, a portly man of about fifty entered, 
who said a noisv "Good morning" to all and asked for Mr. James 

"I guess I'm the fella you want," drawled Jim. 

"Are you the ov-Tier of the sloop Nellie?" 

A nod. 

"Well, I have important business with you, alone, please." 

"Sorry, chuia, but these men are all my best friends; they 
hear all I hear." 

As the stranger eyed the group, there seemed to be a 
subtle malice in his snapping black eyes. 

"Ahem, that's impossible, lilv » Leighton."' 

"You heerd what I sed, chum." 

"Well I have a proposition. I ' ve a valuable cargo to 
take from Mark Island to Pine Banks before next Friday." 

"Booze", "moonshine," "whiskey," whispered the fishermen. 

"And," continued the stranger, "I offer you .$1500 and 
to each of your men $50 apiece for the use of the sloop and 
their help, one single night. Do you accejjt?" 

Before Jim Leighton' s mind was whirling a panorama. He 
saw his poverty, his bills, the sheriff, and his schooner, 
soon to be lost. Without the boat he was helpless. 

"Jump at it Jim," said Ezra, "there's our chance straight 


from heaven ." 


"What's the cargo?" Jim asked quietly. 

The man looked at him sharply. Could it "be possilole that 
a fisherman would scruple at such an offer? 

"You don't have to know anything about the cargo." He 
laughed, an evil, gutteral laugh. "In fact it's gingerale." 

Jim turned his eye; he knew full well the stranger's 
mission . 

Seeing a refusal on his lips, the man said, 
take your time, and I'll call Friday." 

"Think wisely, 

♦ ) 

There was an unnatural silence in the shed. Joe Eastman 
stopped whittling, Isaac Curtis was watching the skipper. 
Then Ezra Skoefield spoke: "Jim Leighton, if you don't take 

that offer, I'm 

gonna leave you 

It's strairrht from heaven. 

Here's your wife sick with influenzy and can't afford a decent 
doctor. There's that grub bill at Holbrook's that you'll 
never pay. And the man's gotta have his money. There's your 
sloop a-going next week, unless you pay to that Irishman 
Kelley. There's those little girls of yours, ain't got enough 
clothes to keep 'em warm. And here's us boys all in the same 
fix. Jim, you gonna do it?" 

Jim Leighton was trembling as two tears rolled down his 

"Boys, I can't do it," he said. 

Ezra Skoefield jumped. "All right, go ahead, you poor 
fish, but I'm not gonna kill my wife and babies, hanging 
around a fool like you, any longer." He picked up his oil- 
skins and strode angrily to the door. Turning, he declared to 
the four laatching him, "Birds of a feather flock together. I'm 
gonna go see Hanker Toothacker. His old smack will do if we 
can't get any thing else." 

He left the door open. Isaac Curtis got up, os tensibly to 
close it, but avoiding Jim's eye he slid thru the door, softly 
shutting it behind him. 

Shortly, Joe Eastman stood up and walked out the door. 
Only John Morgan was left, the oldest of them. Dear old John, 
what a father he had been to Jim, so true and trustworthy. 



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"Jimmy, my boy, God knows we gotta live. It's snowed for 
a week now. Jimmy, we're "bound for the poorhouse at this rate." 

ViTiile he knew John was right , the skipper remained silent , 
for he felt his conscience, saying no. 

Friday came with a snowstorm. With a gun on his hip, a 
cynical constable entered the boat shed. Not much there; old 
sails made walls and they slept on mattresses on the floor. 
Put he took the chairs, the table, the dishes, and promised 
^ to get the stove Saturday. He drove off. 

As Jimmie was bringing his wife a glass of w^ter, there 
came a knock. It was the stranger. 

He leaned against the wall, and stared. "V/ell, Mr. Leighton, 
are you ready to accept |1500 , and $500 in advance?" Jim shook 
his head, "No, I can't do it." The man seemed startled, but 
another knock. This time it was John Morgan, "Jimmy, Lizzie's 
dying. I wanta send to Brunswick for Doc Crawford. Take the 
offer, me boy." 



Outside an automobile stopped, and soon another knock. A 
policeman and a crabbed-looking old woman of about forty enter- 
ed boldly. For some reason the stranger had disappeared behind 
a curtain. 

Two little girls peered from a curtain, ran out and put their 
thin little arms around Jim. 

"Daddy, give Harriet kiss." 

" 'Fiss me too. Daddy." 

Both had yellow curls and blue eyes one couldn't help 
smiling at. He bent over each. "God bless 'em. Daddy loves 
' em . " 

Then spoke the policeman, "I have come , with proper authority, 
to place these children in good care. They will leave, tempora- 
rily, at least, this old fishhouse." Marion did not understand, 
but Harriet began to cry. "Daddy, send away bad man." 

The skipper staggered back and fell on a sail. His eyes 
were open. As he fell, the woman snatched Harriet and the 
officer picked up Marion. Both were struggling. 



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"I guess they haven't any coats," suggested John Llorgan. 

, The motor started. 

Peering cautiously around the corner, the stranger disappeared, 
soon followed by old John Morgan. 

From a room came a wail, as from one raving, "Marion, 
Marion, where' s Marion? Ohl They've taken Marion." 

Jim Leighton arose and walked to the window. Outside 
large flakes of snow were falling swiftly. The wind howled 
around the old fishhouse. Suddenly a quiet voice, "Nol Boys, 
I can't do it," he was saying, "I guess I'll go do^vn and fi 
A \ up those lobster traps for next summer." Courage? 

E. L. D. 


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OUT OF nazarr:th 

Can any good come out of Nazareth? Can there he anything f 

worthwhile in a city with a degenerate society? But can there 
be any good anywhere? Suppose that Jesus' life hc.d been pat- i 
terned after that of a dweller in Nazareth. Had he chosen to 
be influenced by His Nazarene neighbors rather than to be cle- 
spised and rejected by them, He would not have left the im- 
print of His life on the Galile^an cities. 

Snvironraent is a factor, but it is not the major factor 
in one's life. He who is master of hia vill cen rise above 
his surroundings. Everywhere there £re Nazareths v^ith their 
degenerate societies. But the fact that every other person 
in that society is apathetic toward good merely' adds more 
emphasis to the fact that he who is awakened to the truth 
should raise himself out of his apathy. 

Take Abraham Lincoln as proof. His environment was any- 
thing but conducive to education and high ideals. Had it not 
been for his "angel mother" , no doubt he would have attained 
merely a mediocre place in life. In order to please her end 
to be true to himself, he rose above his Nazareth. 

The rise from, such straits gives inspiration to rise high- 
er and higher until one can reach up and grasp success. Then 
one keeps rising and rising until it almost seemiS that one can 
reach up and grasp the hand of Christ, as it were. Jesus grevr 
in Nazareth, but he did not become a part of her. He "increased 
in wisdom and stature, and in favour v/ith God and man." 

Plow sad it is to see life and energy going to waste. 
Would that every one m.ight throw off the shackles of lethargy 
and individual v/eaknesses, and develop the bit of good in his 
character; for "there is so much good in the v/orst of us." 

M. E. \'?. 



The sun was v/arraing the earth; the birds were tvitterin^ 
in the trees; the squirrels were Jomping from limb to limb; 
and I, in my room with an open book, was experiencing the 
sentiment of the song, "Often times my thoughts revert to 
scenes of childhood ". 


"Can you climb? Sure, every child can, --then let's 
climb over the gate, or roll between the Strips because the 
gate sags, and it is heavy. These corn cobs are here because 
Daddy sometimes feeds the hogs near the gate. Oh, did you hurt 
your toe? It won' t hurt long. V'e will soon be on the grass 
v/hich is so soft and nice. That's old Maude. She wouldn't 
ever hurt you. She loves me. She wants me to give her some 
corn. Good old I.Iaude . If we had b bridle we would ride her. 


"If we would di^ around here we would find some old saw- 
dust. Daddy used to jhave a sawmill here, but since he sold it 
the grass has grown over everything. See, there's the old pit. 
V.Tien it rains that makes a little pond. Daddy filled up the 
well, but I never like to step on the place where it v;as . 

"This path here leads to the tenant house. Since there 
are no little girls there we don't want to walk over. Let's 
take this path. No, let's not walk in the path. The coolj 
green grass feels so good to our feet. Don't step on those 

nettles there. I can beat you up this hill. Keally it 

isn't large enough to call a hill. My, you can run almost as 
fast as I can. Now, do you want to roll djwn the hill? It's 
lots of fun to have the grass tickle your face. 


"Daddy feects his beef cows in the big barn nearest us. 
The ensilage and hay make the cattle fat. The other barn is 
reolly a large corn crib with hay in the loft. The hogs sleep 
in the sheds on the sides. We'll go over and see the cows 
and little pigs when we start back to the house. 

"Let's go to the creek, the best place in the pasture. 
C/an you walk over the vmtergate? I never did fall off. '''ell, 
then, let's wade. I'll pin your dress so you won't get it v/et. 
Now don't get scared. The water is not deep enough any place 
to drown us. Oh, let's make a little village here in the sand. 
I'll make the church and cemetery and you make the houses and 
streets. Isn't this great? I don't see how you can stand it 







to live in the city. Let's name our town Waterside. 

"I'm ready to go too. Let's wade the creek nov;. Brother 
made this little dam yesterday c.nd the water turned his wheel. 
The creek winds so we can't see very far ahead. This is where 
the cov;s come down to get a drink. See their tracks? Oh, 
there are some pigs in the v/ater. I'll throw this stone at 
them end they will run. They made the water muddy, but if v;^e 
wait just a minute it will be clear again. And there e,re some 
ducks. It must be nice to sit on the water. Isn't it cool 
here under the willows? Around the bend yonder the v/ater is 
deeper. That is where my little fish stey. Daddy says they 
are miinnows and will never be real fish. We shall have to get 
out of the water if we want to see them. If they hear a noise 
they won't comie near the top. Don't you love my baby fish? 

"Oh, see the butterflies. Let's catch them in our hats. 
Don't be afraid of old Jersey. She is my friend, too. See, 
she lets me rub her neck. 

"Those are blackberry briers back there on the hillside. 

Before many weeks they'll have berries on them. I have not 

been back there "^or three days. Let's go to see if the briers 
are blooming yet. 

"Ee caieful. Sure, they' 11 scratch you and tear your dress, 
too. We'll go down by the sv/amp , but we won't cross it. I'm 
Always afraid there are snakes in it . I f we had a knife we 
would cut our initials here on this tree. 

"Just look yonder at the dandelions'. There are violets, 
too, just beyond by the fence. Let's pick a nice bouquet for 


"Let's go now to the barn to see the little pigs. Listen'. 
I hear Mother calling. We must run home." 

"Homel and here I sit looking out of the window with an 
open book on my lap." 

E. M. H. 






Have you ever taken a long trip in one of Henry Ford's 
inventions? Such an experience is "bad enough in the best of 
them, "but it is still worse in the one we had. 

My brother and I had decided that we wished to come east 
to the center of the universe--Boston . ^"e intended to stop 
at New York for a day, end then we would, continue with our 
trip. How should we go? We decided to buy a car that vras 
witain the purchasing power of our pocketbooks. After look- 
ing at all the second-hand "Lizzies" on the market, we at 
last found one that we could buy. It co^ild have been in 
better shape. The selesman said that she had a 1916 model 
body with a 1919 model engine--a striking combination. The 
outward a.ppearance of Lizzie was not very stunning, for she 
looked as if she might have been one of Henry Ford's first ex- 
periments. Her body needed a coat of paint, her fenders were 
half- rusted through, her seats were as hard as a plank. She 
burned an excess of gasoline, and she was hard to crank. She 
had no shock absorbers or any modern comforts. In spite of 
all these eccentricities , Lizzie was a good car for the shape 
she was in. 

We took her hom.e vjith us, gave her a general overhauling, 
and bought her a new pair of shoes. Then we m.ade preparations 
to start on the trip. Monday at ten o'clock in the m.orning, 
we began our journey of fifteen hundred miles. We didn't 
tell Lizzie a thing about the trip for fear that she would be- 
come disheartsned. We had not gone far v;hen we heard a famil- 
iar hissing noise. One of Lizzie's new shoes had been punctur- 
ed. We patched the leak in a few m.inutes , and were on our vjay 
again . 

>ill went well until about six o'clock, when it began to 
get dark. Lizzie didn't have a tail light. Vie would have to 
get her one before we could go through Hichmond, Indiana, for 
we didn't wish to pay a fine for more than she was worth. 

Since my brother and I decided that v/e could save ex- 
penses if we drove both day anr' night, we took turns at the 
wheel. Thus we continued for three days. Although Lizzie had 
m^any peculiarities, she had many good qualities. Not once 
did she ask for water--and yet there was a reason-- 
for vre had put a bar of soap into the radiator before start- 
ing to stop all the leaks. Nor did Lizzie need any inflation 
in her tires, for a tube of "Never Leak" in each tire stopped 


all the leaks. 

Although Lizzie was not built for speed, she v/as willing 
to do her best, we held her at a steady gait of thirty miles 
an hour. /.Ithough many tourists passed us during the day, 
we would get ahead of them on the following night. 

On the third day, about one o'clock in the aftemoon^as 
we arrived at New York City, we v;ondered how Lizzie would 
behave. We didn't have long to wait, for as we were riding 
down the crowded traffic on Fifth Avenue, Lizzie began to 
balk. She might have been frightened from the jammed traffic, 
^, or she might have been exhausted from the trip. Soon sparks 
CJP' flev/ from her gear box, and she moaned as if she were breath- 
ing her last. WTiat could we do with a car acting in this 
manner on Fifth Avenue? Pulling into a side street, me 
sought a garage. Soon we found one, and drove in. After an un- 
successful attempt to discover the cause of such queer actions, 
we drove out again. To our surprise Lizzie's affliction had 
left her as speedily as it had appeared. 

Since we wished to visit for a day in New York, we had 
to store Lizzie in a garage. When we paid the bill for her 
^. night's room rent, which was almost as much as the value of 
^g) Lizzie, we almost decided to give the garage man the car for 

the charges. 

Lizzie did not like the city life in New York. She was 
not in vogue. Often she was humiliated by having a Packard 
or a Cadillac pass her. Since she had a good night's rest, 
for which she v/as no doubt thankful, Lizzie got her second 
wind. Then we made excellent time. 

We arrived in Boston at one o'clock in the afternoon. 
We had reached our destination safely. Although Lizzie 
<^: brought us through in good time, yet v/e would not enjoy 
^ another such trip, for the novelty of the adventure had 
worn off. 

V. M. H. 


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Smiling is a beautiful habit. It is not suddenly ac- 
quired but is unconsciously made a part of oneself. Ilany 
things are won by a smile--a ple&sant smile. Ilany hearts 
are saddened by a meaningless smile. A baby's smile is 
innocent; the barefoot boy's smile is sincere and frank; 
a father's smile is gentle and kind; but a mother's smile 
is heavenly. 

M. E. W. 


Hattie listened. No one was stirring. In her attic 
room she sat regarding herself in a mirror that made her 
face look half again as long f^s it actually was. Some 
one had told her today that she was beautiful. She v;as 
looking to see if it were true. She tiptoed to the clothes 
press, and brought out a delicate pink silk dress end a 
large white shawl. "he donned them, and again looked at 
herself. No one knew she had these clothes. If only she 
had a decent mirror'. WTiat would he say if he could see 
her dressed like this? 

C. W. S. 

The Pictures in a Room 

As I walked into my brother's room one day, ray eyes vA/ere 
immediately attracted to the pictures on the wall. On one 
side of the room was s picture of a boy seated on a log in 
the woods, carving a piece of v/ood with his jackknife. Be- 
side him stood his dog watching every move that the boy made. 

On another wall v/as the picture of sol. tiers in a train- 
ing camp. They were in a straight line, and the marshall 
was in front of them giving signals for their drill. Below 
the picture was written, "We're ansv.'ering the call of our 
c un t ry . " 

There was still another picture which interested m.e , ^. ^^ 
and that was the picture of "Christ in the Garden." y/y\-^ 






When I walked out of the room, I appreciated my brother 
more than ever before. 

C. V. G. 



The bell rang, and she arose from her caair. "We are | 

ready for announcements", she said in a high-pitched voice. i 

'•Fhen the confusion continued she said in a commanding tone, I 

"You people must learn to be quiet while the announcersents | 

are being given. The sooner you learn that, the better \ 

off you will be ." 

V. M. H. 

A B. U. Student'. 

He was a young boy, although some characteristics might 
lead one to wonder about the latter part of that statement. 
His steps v;ere more precise and mincing than those of many 
girls. When the custom of wearing sailor trousers broke out 
among the boys, he too appeared in them. But how conscious 
he was. In clsss he would pull thera down at the knees, and 
pat them into place as & modest girl might do with an unrully 
skirt. His tie he carefully straightened and caressed into 
shape, and then he went around the bottom of his heavy sweater. 
All having been adjusted, the process began all over again. 
It was only interrupted by sudden bursts of interest in the 
subject being explained by the professor. If his interest 
was so great as to cause him to speak out, he wcs ira:.iediately 
self-conscious enough to blush. 

H. L. M. 






Whether I like or dislike a person depends part on my 
eyes and part on my ears. More of one's true self is dis- 
cernible in one's voice than in one's face. Gelf-control 
may keep a face smooth; but fun , aversion, disappointment, 
indifference, and love, and longing are betrayed in one's 
voice. There are so many kinds of voices, and usually they 
are colored by the character behind them. The dean's is 
resigned as she repeats the familiar phrase, "Girls, I 
could hear you talking in my sleep." My mother's is patient 
as she tells my brother every morning that it is the fifth 
and last time she is going to call him. My friend's is 
lilting when she stops at my room after a Friday night to 
tell me of some happy happening. My roommate's is coaxing 
when she takes my books away and tells me it is time to 
sleep. My brother's is teasing when he gets to the mailman 
first. The little boy's next door is hesitant and full of 
tears when he explains that he was the one who tore up my 
iris. V'/hen I kneel the voice within me is comforting. 

Harsh voices, sorry voices, pleading voices, all are 
echoes of our hearts. The world is full of voices--voices 
of the pines, of all out doors, and of people. 

D. M. T. 


Some people are always taking walks alone; --but they 
would prefer company. Other people are always in company, 
but they would like to be alone. Let the first be more 
genial and the second more independent. 

J. E. R. 

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A Liberal Education 

Loomis' Freshman Readings 

Thos. H. Huxley 


The author compares life to a g^me of chess. "The chess- 
board is the world, the pieces are the phenomena of the universe, 
the rules of the game are what we call the laws of nature. The 
player on the other side is bidden, but we know that his play 
is always fair, Just and patient." Liberal education trains 
a man not only to escape the punishments , but fclso to reap the 
benefits of nature. Mark the ideal man. 

"That man, I think, has had a libe 
been so trained in youth that his body 
of his v/ill , and does with ease and pie 
that, as a mechanism, it is capable of; 
clear, cold, logic engine, with all its 
and in smooth working order; ready, lik 
be turned to any kind of work, and spin 
as forge the anchors of the mind; whose 
knowledge of the great and fundaraental 
of the laws of her operations; one who, 
is full of life and fire, but whose pas 
come to heel by a vigorous will , the se 
conscience; who has learned to love all 
nature or of art, to hate all vileness 
others as himself." 

r£-l education who has 
is the ready servant 
t-sure all the work 
whose intellect is a 

parts of equal strength, 
e a steam engine, to 

the gossamers as well 

mind is stored with a 
truths of nature and 

no stunted ascetic, 
sions are trained to 
rvant of a tender 

beauty, whether of 
, and to respect 


The Boston Herald 

Hands Across the Sea 


Word has been received from the farthest end of our 
republican empire of a demonstration of conversion to 
Americanization. Some students at Trinidad Farm School, 
Bagino , ducked and tied their principal to a post. 

The editor says this makes them km with Boston University, 
Technology, and Harvard. 

D. M. T. 



A Forgotten Art 
Scribner' s Magazine 

There are two classes of people who are seeking for 
education: those who seek it for mere education and those 
who have Joy in knowing, in thinking, and in the free play 
of fancy and imagination. The first class is like animals 
who do not have a soul or mind to en j 05'- beauty of life; but 
upon man "has been bestov;ed the gift of creative power, and 
in the exercise of this power human life may be said to have 
its true and its final definition." We are called to a higher 

Those who measure life with the greatest measure are 
sometimes looked dovm upon by the lighter-minded class who 
do not "dream dreams or see visions". 

R. M. L. 

Arms and the Man 

Saturday Evening Post 

There has been a great deal of objection to compulsory 
military training by the students of various colleges in 
the past year. This objection started in a college in New 
York Cit3^ and was taken up by sympathizers with the students 
who argued that military training in peace eventually causes 
war. The editor of this magazine accuses the lazy students 
of being the objectors and says they do not mind especially 
^^rj the "military training" section of the phrase, but balk at 

the "compulsory." He thinks the majority of students have 
acquired the ability to make allowances and would not there- 
fore be carried away by the warlike spirit attendant upon 
military training. 

Some of the students in the College have been thinking 
lately of including, among the activities of the student body, 
a military training unit. This editorial v;ill be of great 
interest to them. 

R. J, H. 






L . 

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Much work, more study, little sleep; 

Name on the honor roll? Irnpossihle feat 

Stroad P^mberton Hibbert 

Spring is coming, and with it there will corne another 
danger to the careless stadent the squirrel. 

Ernest James Myatt 

Single persons are not wanted about the campus these 
niffhts . 

Ransford John Hemmings 

All Theologs are requested to set their alarm-clocks 
for the dedication of the new gyra. 

John Pred Larabee 

"Just imagine"- -says Professor Gardner, "and you will 
have the key to mathematics." 

John Victor Dickey 

The recent writing and speaking on misogyny very 
evidently does not coine from the "abundance of the 
heart ." 

Ernest James Myatt 



One of these days, some one will succeed in removing a 
post from the middle of the old Gymna.siurc, and the 
building will fall down. 

John Fred Larabee 

Mr. Hoover says that there is some confusion al-^out Friday 
nights. Yes, it takes about ten minutes for the procession 
to form ranks and file down the drive. 

John Eckel Riley 


Somnolence is catching'. 

Now it's the Academy Juniors. 
Dorcas Mine Tarr 

Our predic&ment: 

"Between a pile of books and the great out-of-doors". 

John Fred Larabee 


Daddy Goald; "I'm oat of gas right in the middle of traffic." 
Mrs. Goald : "John, yoa can't stop for that, here copies the 

cop . " 

All of us editors delve and write, 
Till every broin is stiff and sore,-- 
Then soiiie yoang hoot is sure to "blurt, 
"Punk--I've heard that joke hefore." 


Slightly used books for sale-- 

apply Kent Goodnow 

"Dean Ssselstyn: "Asylums are places where some of the insane 

are kept ." 

Erickson: "I'm trying to raise a mustache. I wonder what 

color it will be?" 
Ralph Lane: "I think probably gray, at the rate it's growing." 

During the con--estion of human traffic on the narrow 
snow path from Canterbury to Mansion after the last severe 
snow storm, the following rem>ark wgs overheard: "This path 
is twice as wide as it is three times too netrow." 

Visitor to student: "I understand that your college now 

boasts of a Glee Club?" 
Student: "No, sir, we do not boast of it." 


( . 

Could You Imagine: 

Dot Puller: 
B. White: 
Dot Fuller: 

Thornton Carmen not having his lesson? 

Jenkins tuning in a "Good One" . 

Perkins giving up his wails? 

"White" and "Luellow" making "green"? 

Mayo, when he's old ? 

A quiet and pious group of Theologs? 

"'A^ill you run upstairs and get ray watch?" 

"Wait a while and it will run down." 

"No, it won't; we have a winding staircase." 

Prof: "■ATiat is the third person?" 
Stude: "The chaperon." ^ 

Miss Wayles : "How are coming along with your reducing?" 
Kiss Gardner: "No good, I guess I must be one of those 

poor losers." 

Amid the tremendous influx of botanical theorism, the 
scientific world, and particularly a small section in central 
New England, there is amazement at the recent discovery that 
^reen carnations and red roses grow on the same Bush. 

Jim Young: 
Jim. Young: 

"My brother sure was a dumb fellow." 

"How's thet?" 


"They had to burn dowTi the school house to get 
him out of ths' first grade." 




Go Ry LRPi&e. ?? — . 


Before After 

t^PRiNo Vhcation 




"I'm from Missouri; yo\i to shovr me." 
"I eir frorr. Elgin; watch me." 

\1'het happened at the recent court scene in chapel. 

Durinp- the court proceedings, the officer of the court 
interrupted the program by esking the Judge if holding hands 
was permissible during the actions. T?ie Judge answered in 
the negative and Mr. ^ITiite and T.liss LI oyer were denied this 
privilege for the evening. 

Helen Gilbert: "There's a town in Ohio named after youl" 
Academy student: "You don't say?" 
Helen Gilbert: "Yes, Marbleheadl" 

Salesman taunting lady on the Golf course who was holding up 
the game on account of her refusal to move: "Forel Fore'. Forel" 
Second salesman: "I'll move herl" 'Three ninety- ei ght ' I " 

Some one had the audacity to request intercessional inter- 
ests in his behalf in that he had culmiinsted several attacks 
of acute intigestion, caused by the eating of cheese sand- 
v.'iches which he purchased and ate on the Sunday previous to 
his announcement. 

J. Larabee to R. Lane in library: 

"Why don' t you wake up 
and go to sleep right?" 

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